Back in Livermore, CA (funked can attest to this one), the courthouse used to be in a parking lot across the street from "Hank's Place", one of the seedier sh0tkicker dives. Anyway, this guy's got a court date for DUI, and he goes down with his wife. It's his third offense or something, and he's convinced he won't go to jail. For he'd wired himself up with dynamite, so if the judge sentenced him to prison, he'd blow himself up right there in the court room.
He got off.
So, to celebrate he and the missus go across the street to Hanks and have a few shots before hitting the road back to the trailer court at the edge of town. He shows some people in the bar the little dynamite rig he's got going. They then get in the car and drive home. Out on Portola avenue, somebody uses a garage door opener.
She survived.
what does this have to do with warning labels?
Heh. at the national lab in Livermore the democrats made "Safety" a ridiculous issue and the republicans made "Security" equally obscene. So everything is dying under a bureaucratic pile of safety and security (depending on who's in power). With the endless warning labels going up, somebody put one over the urinal in the men's room:
WARNING: THE PERSON STANDING BEHIND YOU MIGHT NOT SEE YOU.
for the least truthful ones, how about:
WARNING: THIS SKULL-SHAPED TOBACCOMASTER™ CERAMIC WATER FILTRATION SYSTEM IS TO BE USED WITH TOBACCO ONLY
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